Instead of being the Villainess, I'll Fight! (Rough Draft)

Rough Draft- Intro

An ember from a large flame rises and disintegrates like the other small wisps of flames from the battlefield. It was midday yet the sky was dark from the ashes that were made by explosives. Alas, another battle was fought for the conquest of land. The sounds of clashing metal resonated throughout the area, as soldiers mercilessly stabbed and cut anything that moved in their vicinity. One lone combatant can be seen wielding a spear as they cut through their enemies bodies like butter. Periodically the fighter would raise their hand and cast tremendous bursts of pure energy that seemed to rain from the sky. Every person gazed in awe at the astounding power from that one person. The sky has streaks of different colored light leftover from the attacks. The sight was magnificent but sadly the powerful figure was only human, and the exhaustion was starting to wear on them. The warrior looked down at their hands which looked dead and almost corpse-like. Soon, the crowds of enemy soldiers trying to kill them started to grow larger and larger; and the warrior was slowing down. Their comrades could tell and they cleared a path to rescue said person. A smaller soldier slashes a couple of people before running up to the tired and kneeling fighter. "General, our troops are getting too small, soon we will be overcome by the enemy lines! What are your orders?" The general slowly stood up and put a hand on the fighter's shoulder. "We will have to retreat and find a way to hold them off until the reinforcements come at dawn." The smaller person nodded and yelled out Retreat and started to run as hard as they could back to base. The general felt a sharp pain in their stomach and clutched it as they limped to a stray horse and ran over multiple crowds of the enemy lines. 'The enemy is over powering us, Inik(dang it)!' They took this time as an advantage to cast a spell big enough to cause an opening for them to be able to draw back. The general used the last ounce of their strength to send forth a humongous beam of light that vaporized the remaining enemy soldiers. No one could even react in time as the light was too bright for them to see. What was left was just barren soil and some ashes. "Okay that should do it-ack!" The said caster grabbed their head in pain as the taste of metal filled their mouth and blood was spilled. However, they kept riding the horse as fast as they could, and had to persevere for their comrades survival. Fortunately, the spell gave the remaining squadron enough time to fall back and return to base. When they returned it was a dead silence, the injured were carried into medical tents and the mostly uninjured sat down and had blank looks on their faces. Warriors covered in blood with their armors torn limp to the makeshift camps set up in trenches dug from the ground. It was a mix of extreme fatigue, grief, and contemplation. Some had hardened looks in their eyes, and it can only be assumed that they had seen fellow soldiers killed in front of them, and have lost any and all touch of reality. The commander gets off their horse and limped to a tree to plop down. This caused their muscles to ache and itch but they could only sigh at the discomfort, after all this is the life they were chosen for. The leaning figure suddenly pukes out blood and when they recover- look up to a familiar flag. Their body trembles from the exhaustion as they have been fighting for over a couple weeks now with no proper sleep. The flag was almost burned to the crisp and can be seen with an insignia of a wolf flapping in the dry wind. This is the symbol of the Virm clan, a mighty warrior dynasty that conquered over half of the world's continent. It was with their sheer strength alone that allowed them to accomplish this feat. Rumors have it that those who possess the blood of the Virm clan are born with supernatural powers.
'Tch. This pain is nothing, I need to focus on our clan's survival.'

In the medical tent a priestess can be seen casting a light green glow that heals fatal injuries from it's warriors. This is an example of the special gifts the Virm clan has. Most of the Virm clan have talents more on the physical side; which made the Virm notorious for their superhuman strength and endurance. There are very rare cases where a person of this clan may be born with the ability to gather energy into a physical form. This makes it possible to perform miracles, and powerful attacks. This life force is what the Virm kinsmen refer to as 'ether', it could be manipulated to take the form of whatever the caster pleases, but mastery of ether is rare. Only a few people in the clan can use multiple forms of ether; such as the general. A tall figure clad in rusted armor walks over to the priestess and pats her blonde hair. "You have done well Rasha, if it weren't for you my men would've perished from those fatal injuries." Rasha, surprised, does a clumsy salute and sputters out, " Ah thank you for your kind words general!" The general lets out a loud chuckle and responds, "No need for formalities Rasha, we have been close since birth. You are like a sister to me." Rasha frowns from the memories of when there was peace, if it wasn't for the Foa tribe threatening to pillage their land then this war could've been prevented. The armored figure settles down onto an empty chair and takes off the wolf shaped helmet. Small brown locks flow down onto their neck and their eyes flutter open revealing green irises that resemble a deep forest. The general of the Virm army is named Orsa, and she is a female. It wasn't uncommon for woman to be in the military in the Virm clan, but certainly not in any combatant role. Before joining the forces, Orsa was considered a beauty, but now her body including face were littered with various scars, and her figure was always hidden under the bulky armor she wore all the time. But of course, she doesn't care about trivial things such as appearances and beauty; in fact she is proud to have these scars as proof of her fights as a warrior. Orsa rubs her sore neck and sets down her spear and helmet. Rasha sighs at her and lays a hand gently on the female general's cheek with a worried look. "Orsa have you been getting enough sleep lately?" Orsa scoffs and glares to the opening of the tent that reveals the battlefield. " The Foa warriors are strong, so I must be vigilant, they are unpredictable with their movements. I expect at least a third of our men to fall before reinforcements arrive at noon. I also overused my ether and won't be at full strength for a while." Rasha silently chants as a green glow is spread from her hand to Orsa's head, her expression getting slightly relaxed from all the stress. "Thank you Rasha but you mustn't waste your energy on me. I can heal myself." Rasha has an irritated look as she pinches Orsa's cheek in a harsh way. " I know Orsa but look at you! You need to learn how to seek help when you need it! I can't believe our elders pushed you to take command of this battle at this age! You haven't been the same since the first attack on the Fort-" "Don't overstep your boundaries Rasha." Orsa gives a glare to Rasha and releases a killer intent that makes the whole room cold, even her men take steps back in fear of her power. It was a silent rule among the army to never talk about the Fort Ava incident in front of the general, as that was when she lost her whole squadron, one of them being a close relative of hers. She could never heal from the loss, and thus cut herself off from everyone. But she used this loss as a stepping stone to be more fierce in her attacks, which ultimately led to her to be promoted as the general of the Virm Army. Orsa was like a caged beast, waiting to spill blood at any second. Orsa took a deep breath and had a blank expression again as she stared away from the eyes of everyone. "Rasha, I know what I am capable of, and I do not need help from anyone. The elders knew I was ready, I am one of the most skilled warriors in our clan. It is in my blood to command the army and defend our land and Kinsmen. I will not back down from this honor bestowed and trusted upon me, and make all of my hard work for nothing. Now if you excuse me." Orsa promptly grabbed her helmet and spear and walked out of the room as everyone saluted her out. Rasha continued to stare sadly at the retreating figure of Orsa. She ponders in thought as she continues to heal the soldiers. 'What happened to you Orsa? You used to look like a cute flower with all the innocence in the world back then. So why do you have such a dark gaze now?' Orsa briskly walks around the base making sure everything is in order and preparation for another battle. She thinks back to the moment when Rasha mentioned the battle at Fort Ava, it was a time when she was just starting out in the whole commanding an army thing. Orsa has many regrets since then; many things she wished she could've done to prevent it. The woman shook the thoughts in her head away, she shouldn't focus on the past, as now wasn't the time. She needed to find a place to get her mind clear and focus on how the Foa will attack. Orsa quickly remembered some advice her late father told her when he was teaching her the arts of ether. 'Orsa, when you are in a time of chaos you must always have a level head. A true Virm warrior must think rationally at all times. Now find a place to relax and let the ether guide you.' Orsa finally made it to a secluded area of the camp and she sat on a flat rock crossing her legs. She laid the spear and helmet on her lap as she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. After a couple minutes she could sense the energy around her, in her mind she pictured particles of light floating in space. She beckoned the energy to guide her, and soon enough the particles in her vision formed a golden string. She followed the string in her mindscape until she reached the edge of darkness. It was a cliff side that fell into the deepest depths of her consciousness. She has never crossed this edge and was never planning too, but the golden string that was guiding her fell into the depths of the cliffside. She could see a faint golden glow down at the edge. It was a risk jumping over that cliff, there were too many possibilities of what could happen. Too many doors to open, meaning too many chances for her to be vulnerable. But why was there this force wanting her to jump? Was it her destiny to take a leap of faith and explore the unknown? Well Orsa was conflicted on what to do, she had always been taught to never take risks as they can lead to your men's downfall and she knew they were true to some extent to the point where it engraved itself into Orsa's subconscious as she got older. She was always taught to have faith in no one but herself, only she could carry the burden alone. And Never was she too make any mistake or explore the unknown. As Orsa peered over the edge to get a closer look she was suddenly brought back into awareness when someone was shaking her. She slowly opened her eyes to be met with bright green ones staring right at her. Orsa had to take a moment to process who this person was but she recognized him from his dark brown hair and goofy smile. He was holding a sword on his back and wore the same armor that Orsa had on but without the wolf helmet. "Tek why did you interrupt me? You know you aren't supposed to disturb my cultivation." Tek loudly laughed as he held his stomach, his face shining with youthful energy, but Orsa could see the eye bags and exhaustion that started to wear on Tek. Tek was younger than her by a year, she treated him more like a younger brother than anything. In fact Tek was the closest person she had on her side; he was the second best fighter in the clan and always strived to be like Orsa. They had a friendly rivalry of some sorts. She wished he hadn't taken the role of lieutenant as he was still young and slightly new to this, but she knew he was more than capable to replace her. Tek held his hands behind his head as he stared out into the dark and dusty sky. Tek's eyes slit and he responded to Orsa with a serious tone, "There's an emergency meeting with all commanders and I came to get you. We have to hurry since there may not be a lot of time to discuss, after all, the Foa may charge at any moment." Orsa nodded as she put on her helmet and grabbed her spear, her aura switched immediately and everyone in the surrounding area could tell Orsa was back in her critical persona. She followed a poker faced Tek as they walked into a strategy tent filled with the 3 other commanders of the Virm army. Of course these men where on the older side of the spectrum and disliked tek and Orsa's promotions into commanding positions. For some reason they always strongly disliked Orsa, maybe it was because she was a strong female capable of defeating them all in a single fight or maybe it was their pride. After all it kind of does look bad for them having no spotlight while the "girl" gets all the credit. The older gentlemen out of the bunch coughs signalling everyone to start the meeting. Orsa speaks first asking about any new information on the Foa clan. The oldest man, Varl speaks up and has a worried look, "Yes, the Foa possess the same abilities as us, and it seems like they have tried to keep it a secret until now. Also, taking a look at how they have attacked thus far, it seems there is no strategy or order to it all it. Its as if they blindly rush in to fight without any consideration on the opponent. While a very risky tactic, it has helped them thus far since we cannot find anyway to counter there plans, somehow they outnumber us." Orsa slams her hand onto the table and glares at Varl. " That can't be possible!" The middle aged man next to Varl runs a hand through his dull brown hair as he nods in agreement. "It is possible that the Foa clansmen are related to our clan as well, like a distant cousin... but there have also been rumors about the Foa making a deal with an unknown being but we cannot speculate." The youngest male from the trio scoffs and sneers at Orsa, " Ha! The mighty general couldn't detect the simple aura! It seems she may not be that skilled after all." Orsa grits her teeth and hisses, "When I was fighting them I couldn't detect any presence; but if you all did it must some part of their plan." Orsa was very skilled with her control of ether, and she was the best with hand to hand combat; however it didn't mean she was invincible. Although her ether core has high capacity storage, it takes a higher amount of effort for her to gain that energy back. It also takes a heavy toll on her body when she uses spells; as if working against her. Orsa clenches her jaw remembering how she wanted to show off her power and recklessly casted high destruction attacks on the enemy clan, thinking that was that. It seemed like the Foa clan's plan was to drain her of her ether and then strike when she was exhausted and couldn't heal herself. But how did they know of her weakness? It shouldn't be possible unless there was a spy in their inner circle. Orsa's eyes widen at the revelation and she scans the faces of the only three men who knew her secret. She locks eyes with the youngest, whose name was Thab, and can see through his calm facade. She knew Thab always despised her, as he was a greedy man who wanted to become the leader of the Virm clan but Orsa's promotion hindered his plans. Thab has the qualities of a snake; always sneaking around and spying on everyone to take advantage. It was more than likely Thab struck a deal with the Foa trash to take over the Virm and make him the leader. But Orsa wanted to reveal his treachery in public after they won this war to humiliate and have him slain for his betrayal. Orsa smirked at the sweating Thab and was about to open her mouth when a loud boom could be heard a couple meters away from the tent. She immediately ran outside and readied her spear, using ether to enhance her agility and strength; as she suspected this was an ambush from the inside. She looked around as she saw her men running to adjusted their armor and ready their swords for the ongoing fight ahead. War never seemed to stop for Orsa, it was always a temporary break and then she was off back onto the battlefield. The arena of war had permanently become her home, and she was content with it. She always had warrior's blood coursing through her veins, and always looked forward to a crusade to the death. Suddenly she was shut out of her thoughts as she was paralyzed from the neck down. Orsa scolded herself for not being aware of her surroundings. She heard a disgusting cackle from behind her as Thab calmly walks around her. 'How is Thab able to use ether! Don't tell me the Foa gave it to him!' Orsa glares and barks out at him, "So you couldn't fight like a man huh! You've always been a cowards Thab! Never once trying to best me by strength but by foolish tricks and schemes. You don't think I already know that you are colluding with the Foa!"
Thab smirks and walks closer to Orsa's body as he scrapes a glowing red knife across her cheek; the cold metal sending shivers down her spine. "You ruined my plans Orsa, I was supposed to be the hero of the clan! I was supposed to be the most powerful, but you took that away from me like the selfish brat you are! So I did what i had to do to get rid of you. Now, youre going to follow me like a well behaved little girl." Orsa was spouting all sorts of curse words at Thab as he dragged her body to the middle of the camp where she saw Rasha, and Tek tied up as well as her loyal brother in arms. She watched as they struggled to be free of their binds as soon as they saw Orsa been dragged to to the middle in full view. Thab ripped off her helmet and and slowly cut her cheek drawing blood. The knife gave her a scorching pain and it felt like she was being burned by fire. She was on her knees as she glared at the traitors who started this crime. It was a little over a dozen men, and she wasn't even surprised. The traitor must've had new powers from the Foa if they were able to incapacitate us all. There would always be men like these trash that are hungry for the vainglory. The binding spell weakened a little and Orsa tried to retaliate but a couple more men pushed her down so her head was being shoved onto the dirt ground. Thab chuckled at her predicament and had the audacity to step his foot on her head. Tek roared in anger and he released so much killer intent that the men holding him started to shiver, but the men relented and kept him down. Orsa was full of bloodlust, and anger of being humiliated in front of her men. She was supposed to be the strong hero, and now look at how pathetic she looked. The majority of the soldiers who weren't aware of the mutiny stood there as bystanders; they were being controlled by the powers from the traitors. Thab grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head so their eyes met; it was furious green ones staring at glinting blue ones. "Now Orsa," Thab pointed to Tek and Rasha, "Its either we kill you or them. Now, you wouldn't want to abandoned our clan would you?" Orsa spit in his face and growled, " I will never abandoned my comrades, nor my kinsmen. I swear I will make you pay Thab be it this life or my next." Tek and Rasha frantically tug and struggle on their ropes and yell out to Thab too sacrifice them and keep Orsa alive. Thab scoffed at how selfless Tek and Rasha were and in spite he started to bind Orsa's neck which slowly strangled her as Thab un sheathed his blade. "You know, if they hadn't been so eager to let you live I would've just killed them instead; but I just love doing the opposite of what people want. Have fun in the after life Orsa. And don't worry about your friends especially the healer; I'm sure my men will enjoy her." One of the men start to grope Rasha as Orsa and Tek yell out for them to stop as the swinging blade heads for Orsa's head. The only thing Orsa could do was solemnly gaze into Tek's and Rasha's eyes and mouth 'I'm sorry.' Orsa's life flashed before her eyes as everything faded to black, the last things she saw were Swords stabbing Tek's head as they dragged Rasha away. She tried to yell out but no words came out. There was so many emotions running through her mind, but one thing can be made sure. Right before her vision faded she saw a familiar dove flying past her as a feather gracefully falls to the floor. When she saw that bird she saw a passionate fire that started to burn in the inside of her consciousness. It felt...warm and light; it comforted her mind, it felt familiar to her. Orsa was sure that this was a sign from somewhere or something. She wanted to discover more about this unknown being or thing, which surprised her immensely. Just as her hand was centimeters away from the flame Orsa's eyes shot open to a bright light. She is woken up into a strange room, and lying on a soft queen sized bed. Orsa wonders why she isn't still on the dirt ground of the battlefield; but at least she didnt have to smell the ashes of the fallen soldiers everyday. 'Is this the afterlife?' Orsa thinks to herself. A person suddenly barges into the room and runs up to her. "Ah! Lady Ammara are you alright?" Orsa looks up and down at the lady and notices that she is wearing a maid outfit. She widens her eyes and thinks about her surroundings and looks down to see herself wearing a gown, then she suddenly stares at the maid which sends shivers down the maid's spine. "Hey." "Ah! Yes lady Ammara, what do you need?" "What is my full name and where am I?" "Oh? Your Lady's name is Ammara Essence Duvin, you are the daughter of his highness Duke Emmilus Albart Duvin and her highness Duchess Farlinne Essence Duvin, and younger sister of Lord Magnus Albart Duvin. You are currently in your bedroom at the your parents Estate." Orsa widens her eyes in shock at the names mentioned. She thought that it must've been a coincidence. If they truly existed here, it means she has somehow transported into a novel she read called 'The Royal Romance'. However, it's only a theory. Orsa remembers reading the novel to ease her stressed mind in the middle of war. She didn't enjoy the plot as it was very cliche and full of fluffy romance between the heroine and the male leads. However, the lighthearted mood of the novel kept her sane during her time. Unfortunately, in the novel the heroine isn't Ammara Duvin, in fact Ammara is the villainess of the novel who soon gets executed for bullying the heroine. When she realizes that, Orsa swore her soul just left her body, she never really thought about what would happen after dying; but now here she was. A villainess that no one likes and in the future will die by execution. 'This could be a dream for all I know.' Orsa growls in frustration, she didn't know what to feel, she was still mourning about Tek's death; and the fate of her friend Rasha and beloved clan. 'Those bastards are hurting Rasha right now and I can't do anything about it'. She clenched her hand to the point where it drew blood, but of course she didn't notice it. The maid next to her stares in shock at the sudden blood and rushes over to wrap it in bandages. " Ah- miss I mean Lady Ammara please stop! You're hurting yourself!!!" Orsa calmly responds and leaks a dark aura, "Leave." and the maid is hesitant at first but goes to exit the room not before bowing. Orsa lets out a sigh she has been holding in for quite some time and lies back done onto the bed. She stares at the scene on the painted ceiling. It was a depicted battle of wolf like creatures fighting other creatures that had feathers. It awfully reminded her too much of her pastlife, so she turned over and silently thought about her situation. Of course she was confused since she was trapped in a fictional novel, but she could tell it wasn't a dream because everything felt too real. Her vision blurred as tears streamed down her face, it was the first time in a while since Orsa cried and showed emotion. The intense emotions hit her hard and she was overwhelmed with everything. Her last thought before passing out was 'I'm so so sorry everyone. I have failed you as your commander, and as your friend.' Throughout the course of the week she never left her bed; and nor did anyone come in to visit her. In her dreams she envisioned precious memories with her family and friends. She cherished everything and regretted how she hadn't said she loved them sooner. She remembered being a kid and running with Rasha through a flower field as they laughed and frolicked. It was the good old times when she actually had friends and a will to live other than to fight. She always wondered about what changed her to the point of not being able to change back into the happy and pure Orsa. Maybe it's because she never felt complete without being on the battlefield. Fighting has become a part of her very soul. Just to fight and battle everyday until she drops dead; that was what Orsa imagined her fate to be. She would follow along the footsteps of her father and fight as he did, never stopping till the very end. Orsa believed that was the most honorable way to die. Which definitely did not happen when she died, but what could she do? Could she have prevented her death as Orsa anyway? Maybe. Maybe she should've killed Thab right when she suspected him of mutiny, or right when she saw him. In this particular night Orsa was in some type of dream void, it was dark and each of her dreams where little orbs that shone in the darkness. Orsa walked through the dreams and the memories of her past life flashed by. As she walked she saw the same cliff side with the golden light; she saw the same dove from before fly past her. Before she didn't take the jump, but that was before she died and woke up as Ammara. Maybe she should take the risk and jump this one time. Who knows what's in store? Orsa didn't have the same cautious feelings toward the light. Instead she felt...hope? Maybe accepting this light will be a good thing for her, as this seems like a new start for her. Orsa took a deep breath and ran towards the edge, she jump and started to free fall on her back. Did she jump as Orsa? No It was too risky for her...plus it was Ammara that jumped and fell into the golden light. When she was engulfed by the golden light she felt this peace all over her body and then calmness, her senses were unlocked to another level of awareness. She could feel as if ether was one with her instead of as an extension. Ammara opened her eyes to the dim lights of the dawn of a new morning. Had she slept for over a day? Well it doesn't matter any more, she felt different so she decided to test if anything change. Ammara sat in a lying position and studied these new senses. The ether was flowing freely throughout her body and she could feel an enormous amount in the atmosphere. Her core didn't feel like it was against her body. It felt as if there wasn't a limit, like all the doors of possibility have been opened indefinitely. Ammara felt peace for once in her chaotic life. Her life as Orsa had been good yet difficult, there was a sliver of hope in Ammara that sprouted. The hope that maybe she can live a fulfilling journey in this life, after all what's the point of being afraid of death when you got nothing to lose? 'But what about Rasha... my family... my home that I spent years fighting to protect. I need to find a way back somehow, but what if it wasn't possible?' Too bad she was reborn as a possible villainess where she is very disliked by every main lead. Ammara sighed and scratched her head in deep thought. She contemplated on all of the characters she remember in the novel she read and the plot of the story. If she can somehow out maneuver the main events and prevent herself from looking bad infront of the heroine and leads than she is good too go. All she has to do is lay low and keep quiet right? Well yes, but Ammara was never one to participate in the waiting game. She always liked action especially when she is in the midst of it. Ammara got off the bed and walked toward the desk. Everything in the room was very clean, and weird looking compared to her past life. There where marbled floors and columns sticking from the ground supporting the bed. Back then tables were just a simple wooden table with a candle. Ammara wasn't complaining, she never really lived luxuriously so this was a nice feeling. Ammara searched for a pen and paper and begun to write down a plan on how to survive this life as well as find a way back home. She knew that the novel hasn't started yet as her body still looked too small to be 15. This means she has a couple more years until she is introduced to noble society and when the heroine gets adopted into the family. She knew the heroine's name was Diana Lionheart, and how Diana was a commoner, but was adopted by the Duvin family for her mana capabilities. See, in the world of 'The Royal Romance', mana was very common in this world. Except the people relied on creatures like fairies to cast spells. However, the fairies were very conniving creatures who always wanted to benefit themselves. Diana was able to use light magic; which was apparently rare and that person is seen to be blessed by the 'gods'. That was weird, why was Ammara able to still feel ether in this world? She still had all the capabilities too as she tested by producing small orbs of all the types. This time however, she didn't feel the pressure or drain from using the ether; it was like ether flowed naturally through her veins. Was this it's true power? She turned to look at a mirror that showed her new face. Ammara had to admit she was very pretty. Her hair was long and wavy and now a bright white, and she had these deep violet eyes to match. For some reason she could see multiple little specks of colors that made her eyes look like the galaxy. If only the past Ammara didn't have such a spoiled attitude maybe people would appreciate her beauty. She remembered Diana having blonde hair and warm blue eyes-unlike Ammara's icy ones-that un welcomed anyone. For some reason anyone who had one look at Diana loved her immediately. Ammara speculated that it could be some type of attraction spell, or maybe it was just Diana's charisma. Anyways Ammara looked back to the paper where she listed all the male leads. There were 4 and each of them had an unhealthy obsession with Diana. Ammara mumbled the names, " Xavier Grandiose, the crown prince, Leonidas Arlet, the guarddog, Savanus Legor, the playboy, and Magnus Duvin, my older brother, and also the magician." She slammed her head onto the table in frustration and said to herself, " Ugh...How will I get out of the engagement with Xavier?" Ammara Duvin has a rough reputation in the novel of being way too obsessive and clingy over the crown prince to the point where Xavier had lost interest in her. The Original Ammara was furious and took her anger out on Diana which only worsened her reputation and caused Leon to sympathize with Diana and eventually fall in love. Now this Ammara didn't really care who Diana falls in love with, but all she knows is that she needs to get out of this death trap. Well, Orsa didn't blame the past Ammara, she actually felt sad for her, Ammara was neglected as a child which lead to her issues in the novel. Ammara turned her head to look outside the window that showed the vast scenery, she could see outlines of various mountains and kingdoms. "I could just run away and become a wanderer, after all there so many new things to explore in this world." As Orsa, she really never got the chance to explore as she was always too engrossed in her work as a general and a warrior. She was always stuck in her office, or in training so there was never time to discover new things. A knock at the door broke Ammara out of her day dream and she glanced at the door and murmured, "Come in."
The door slowly creaked open and revealed the same timid maid from yesterday. The maid tip toed inside the room and looked down at the ground as she meekly stated, " Good morning lady Ammara. I've noticed you haven't eaten and you haven't left your room for over a week! Are you feeling alrigh-" "Raise your head and speak up." Ammara put her chin on her hand. The maid shyly lifted her head and made eye contact with Ammara while blushing.
"Ah! I- I apologize! I wanted to tell you that you should come down to the dining room to have breakfast with Duke Emmilius, Duchess Bethsheba, and Lord Magnus."
"Very well. You may leave."
The maid hesitated before sputtering out, "Ah Miss I must get you dressed first."
Ammara inwardly scoffed, remembering she was now a noble and couldn't dress herself.
" I understand, lead the way."
Ammara gets up and follows the maid into the dressing room where she deadpans at the amount of frilly dresses. She remembers how the original Ammara used to were the most gaudy and frilly dresses to impress the prince and cringes.
"Um... is there any dress shirts and pants I could wear?"
The maid is shocked at her response and asks, "Are you sure? Miss Ammara has always loved wearing dresses. And women have never been seen wearing male clothes!"
Ammara coughs awkwardly and replies, " I just think I would be more comfortable in pants and a shirt. And it should suit me because I'm beautiful no?"
"Ah of course my lady! I will try to find an extra pair."
"Get me some matching shoes as well."
The maid scurried off and Ammara sighed as she waited.
It was about 10 minutes later until the maid came rushing in with a white dress shirt, black dress pants and black flats. Ammara smiled in satisfaction when she put the whole outfit on. She liked how simple yet sophisticated the look was. She looked at the maid; which cause the maid to tremble in nervousness. As Ammara walks over the maid sweats until she feels a pat on her head.
"Thank you. Now tell me your name so that I may remember where my gratitude is placed?"
The maid widens her eyes and shock and then smiles widely. "Ah! M-My name is Nina! I humbly take your thanks as a blessing my lady! It seems you are kinder than the rumors say!"
Ammara chuckles.
"I see. Is that why you are the only maid that has come to visit me?"
The maid gulps and nods sadly.
"Well, I'm not bothered by it. It just shows more of your dedication and kindness you hold in your heart and I respect people like you."
Nina's eyes fill with tears as she covers her mouth in surprise.
"Miss..."
Ammara pats Nina's brown hair.
"Now Nina...May I be escorted to the dining room?"
Nina smiles widely and escorts Ammara into the dining room to eat breakfast with her family.
While the two females walk through the hallway Ammara is thinking about the family members and stares into space.
'According to the novel,Ammara was neglected because she acted like a 'brat' so her father and mother were really distant from her, and didn't show much love. Her brother was treated like a prodigy because of his proficiency in mana at a young age after contracting a fairy. For some reason, Ammara didn't show any capabilities in mana which just made the family to outcast her more. Everything changed when Diana was adopted. Emmilius and Farline immediately were loving and acted like Diana was their true daughter; and ignored Ammara. Obviously, Ammara was jealous and decided to act out by bullying the heroine; but her parents just disowned her after finding out. Once Ammara was literally kicked out she made a deal with a rival noble house that wanted to erase the Duvin' s and Diana; hence becoming her rival. But it's all unfair to Ammara, she was just a teen who didn't have any support system at all. '
Ammara sucked her teeth in annoyance at the messed up situation she was in.
'I also need to find a way to get back to my world somehow... I can't just abandon my home like that. This is so troublesome, I have to deal with family drama as well as surviving execution.'
As Ammara was thinking, Nina looked worriedly. Ammara hadn't left her room in a week after waking up from a coma and she looked pale and skinny. Both females finally arrived at the door to the dining room, and Nina gracefully opened it.
What met Ammara was pure silence; and not even the good kind. It was a cold and uncomfortable silence. Her mother and father glanced at her and continued eating as usual. Her brother didn't even look or acknowledge her presence.
'Well, it's to be expected.'
Ammara walked to an empty chair and looked down at the cold meal in front of her. It didn't look spoiled or anything, just cold. Her family probably did that on purpose so they could eat for the majority of their meal without her.
Ammara didn't mind and ate; the room only had the sounds of the clanking of spoon and knives grazing the plates.
'Man, I'm used to uncomfortable meals but this atmosphere is dreadful...Well, I want to cancel the engagement first right? I really don't want to be all methodical, so I should just say it outright.'

"...father?"
Her father kept eating and ignored her call.

"Father, I know you despise my presence but at least respond."
Emmilus Duvin, her father put down his utensil and made eye contact with Ammara. It was a cold stare and an empty one, but Ammara didn't care.

"I want to end my engagement with the crown prince."

A sound of Glass hitting the floor resonated throughout the room. Her mother, farlinne widened her eyes in shock as she exclaimed why.

"Because I no longer have interest in him."

Her father replied in a surprised tone.

"But you always wanted to be married to him, so why the change of heart?"

"Father, I was a child that had a crush. The crush I had on the prince died. I'm much older and can make rational decisions myself. In fact ending the engagement is the only request I will ask for, if you accept this then I will stop bothering you all with my existence."

Her Father had a stern look and he glanced at mother. Farlinne nodded and he sighed.

"If that is your only request then I accept. I will talk to his majesty today. I must admit Ammara, you are acting very strange."

"Strange? As in accepting that I will never be a part of this family and finally taking action for myself?"

"What are you talking about-"

"Anyways, thank you for the meal, it was quite cold but not the worst dish I ever had. I will excuse myself now."

Ammara got out from the chair and walked to the door; as she was about to put her hand on the handle her father yelled, "wait!".

She turned and gave him the most hardened stare that shocked all of her family. Ammara had always put on a happy and pure face to her family to please them, but this time it was Orsa staring back at them. Her family froze, this was the first time they felt like they had to obey her command just by her glance. They were all strangers to her for all she knew; she didn't hate them of course but why should she care about what they think?
Her father gulped in nervousness and waved her off as he sighed. Ammara nodded and exited the room with Nina standing to the side of her as she bowed.
"What would you like to do my lady?"

"Take me to the library."

"Of course! This way, miss."

'Well, I guess I solved the issue with the engagement. I'm sure the crown prince will be happy about not having to marry me. I need to know more about this world if I am to live in it, maybe I'll get answers on why I still have my old powers.'

The library was fairly big, and Ammara asked Nina to leave her be. When she entered, the air of the atmosphere changed. Ammara could sense the slightest tinge of mysticism and mystery. The Manor's Library gave off a Regal aura, with the Granite Marble Bookshelf and enormous columns that gave off a golden sheen. With how large the room was, Ammara expected to at least see a dozen scholars or people but it was completely empty. Everything felt like it was never touched in the first place.
Ammara looked around the various signs and labels and eventually found the magic section. However, there was nothing on ether, it was like it never existed. She sighed and closed the textbook. She kept focusing on the wisps of ether flowing around her as she fidgeted her hand, suddenly she heard a step behind her and she turned around. Her eyes were sharp like a hawk as they looked at a specific bookshelf.

"I know you're there, brother." Ammara said with sarcasm."

The boy looked shocked at first, but sighed in defeat.

"How did you know I was there?"

Ammara chuckled.

"You're very loud when you walk; it's practically screaming to everyone your location. I really don't know why you haven't died yet."

Magnus' eyes glowed and he snarled.

"Just because you made a scene during breakfast doesn't mean you're better than me. I could kill you right this insta-"

Ammara laughed and pointed at him.

"You? Kill me? Watch your tone, boy."

Magnus' eyes were furious but he withdrew. He didn't realize his gut was telling him he was messing with someone more stronger and dangerous than him.

"You'll regret this you brat."

Ammara watched her brother stomped off and sighed. 'That's what happens when you spoil your kids too much'